After all, the Nine Nether Demon-Breaking Sword and Moon Shadow Ice that she cultivated with her own magic are much more powerful than those level four weapons, and the most important thing about a weapon is not its level, but how well it fits with her.
The Emei thorn did not make her feel friendly when she held it in her hand, indicating that this weapon had no fate with her.
It would be better to earn four thousand gold coins and make Qianye Feifei half to death.
However, Luo Xing'er still needed to continue looking for weapons, so she walked casually on the street.
After walking through several streets, I came to a narrow and deserted street. The stalls here were filled with scraps and worthless things.
She was walking slowly, and suddenly she saw a man with a slovenly beard sitting on the roadside stall, which attracted her attention.
The man is about thirty years old. His long, messy black hair is tied with an ordinary blue cloth. He is wearing a somewhat shabby black clothes without any decorations. Although he looks downcast and has a shaggy beard, his appearance can still be seen.
Somewhat handsome.
Especially under the long dark eyebrows, a pair of half-squinted eyes, even if a little light is exposed, they look dark and deep.
He was holding a jug of wine in his hand and was half drunk.
His slightly dirty face was flushed, his eyes were half-squinted, and there were still traces of wine on his lips, but he had a faint and carefree smile, quite a bit of a relaxed and chivalrous demeanor.
Luo Xing'er squinted her eyes slightly, feeling that although the man in front of her was casual, he had a strong feeling that couldn't be ignored.
I saw him sitting cross-legged, with a piece of cowhide rag in front of him, which was extremely dirty, and on it were several strange-looking, dull-looking weapons.
It seems that this man's business is not very good, and no one comes to see his weapons.
This is not surprising. There are many weapon shops here. Generally, good weapons are worth thousands of dollars and are not just sold on the street.
Moreover, these weapons don't look like much, they are dull and dull, and they don't look like good weapons at all. Naturally, no one cares about them.
However, Luo Xing'er stopped and looked at the weapons carefully, and then her eyes fell on a weapon. It was a weapon composed of ten bronze rings, engraved with Sanskrit, with a simple texture and a strange style.
Her eyes gradually brightened.
She was born sensitive to weapons, and could vaguely feel that there was a strange power flowing in that humble weapon.
I couldn't help but feel excited in my heart. Damn, I didn't expect that the stall owner would actually have the best weapons. The Emei tattooed in front of the Ten Rings just now was simply not worth mentioning. I didn't expect that she was so lucky.
Luo Xing'er glanced at the sluggish man again.
If you look carefully, you can see that although this man is dressed sloppily, his behavior and expression are free and carefree, and he has an indescribable and strange air.
Luo Xing'er was horrified, haha, I'm afraid this is the real master who keeps a low profile and hides his clumsiness.
However, this master is too unique. If he takes such a good weapon to the Weapon Refining Association for auction, I believe everyone there will be wildly surprised.
But he actually just threw it on the ground and set up a stall.
"Uncle, may I ask, how can I sell this weapon?" Luo Xing'er pointed at the ten bronze rings lined up and asked tentatively.
Although the weapons displayed here look extraordinary.
However, she still took a fancy to these ten bronze rings with simple shapes. This is the so-called spiritual compatibility. She felt that the aura of this weapon fit her, so she chose it without hesitation.